I have decided to start recording my thoughts in
this journal, in hopes that someone like me that doesn't believe in what
everyone else thinks will read this. I am an Alpha Plus psychiatrist that,
well, I'm not sure how I'm different from everyone else. We were all made in
factories. But maybe in the future, things will change. I'm sick of the
mental blocks and rules that govern everything we do. So, seeing as books are
forbidden, if you're reading this, congratulations. You live in a better world,
where you are free to be individuals.
I've often wondered about how it might be if
everyone was different. People would have different positions in society, and
instead of everyone being equal, some would be higher than others. The funny
thing is, the more I think about it, the more perfect my world seems. In man's
pursuit of happiness, he has created a paradise to most, yet a living hell to
others.
I hate how people like Henry Ford refer to others like Lenina like bags
of meat, not even humans. Although, I suppose, being manufactured in factories
makes us like that. We can't think for ourselves, due to those stupid
hypnopedic messages. In my opinion, everyone who believes the messages is an
idiot, although, being a psychologist who actually designs these messages
probably influences me. I sometimes felt that I was alone in the world, unique.
With 2 million million people on the earth, and ten thousand different forms,
or two hundred thousand of each, maybe I'm not. But I'm the only non-savage
that thinks the way I do. All the others just revolve around sex and soma. I've
never felt particularly obliged to either of those pursuits, only when I’ve
been pressured by others to do so. I’ve also never fit in in society, which is
ironic considering society is designed so that you don’t have to do anything to
fit in.
But anyways, seeing as this is a log of sorts, I might as well put down
what happened today. Today, as life would have it, I was exiled to an Island
for disobedience. John the Savage and my friend Helmholtz started a riot with
Delta children by taking away their soma, and they happily accepted exile. I
didn’t do anything! All I did was stand there. That’s how it’s been my entire
life, on the outside, discriminated against. I’m sick of it. And now look where
it’s landed me! There is nobody but unrefined savages. It’s not that I mind
their customs so much- but they treat outsiders very badly. They’ll think I’m a
runt, an outcast. The only person I’ve ever wanted was Lenina, and now I
realize that she’s the exact same as everyone else.
The person insight into this journal is that, as he mentions multiple
times, Bernard is an Alpha Plus psychiatrist, who disbelieves the standards of
society and is thus an outcast of society. He has hatred for the apathetic
lives of the mainstream people- oblivious to death, brought up with no dreams
or ambitions, never wanting new things, content with what they have. It goes
against the ideals of man, who has innovated for thousands of years.
Another thing is being that even though he has a large amount of
resources and intelligence at his disposal, he actually does not know of the
world before Ford. People die at 40, and although it does not say, I predict
Bernard to be around 28-31, so he expects on only live another 10 or so years.
I feel he was vital to the novel as the perspective of someone from our world
in the novel, against the ideals of the World State
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